

I didn't return directly to SF from the NTC in DC. I took a cab to Dulles, then a plane to Boston, then a bus, then a train, then trucked by foot to my friends house. The statue came with me. It didn't fit in my suitcase; it had to be carried. It wasn't until I walked, trained, bussed and crossed security in Boston to head home again that someone actually commented on the statue (there has been plenty of stares). An airport security guard was so excited about it that he offered his own little LCD flashlight into the tree's trunk and the security line got to see the wonderful branches illuminate.
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The tree sculpture, I mean, award, is really weird. It is, however, now proudly displayed on our bookshelf.
I had a stuffed bird that was sitting in it at my friend's house in Boston, but it tweeted all the way home and now won't sing.
One year, I won the swimming upstream award - it was a trout fishing trophy -- and I couldn't take it through airport security! Congrats on the award
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